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    [Featuring Foxy Brown, Panama P.I.]
    Just like a motion picture, gun fire froze a nigga
    Compose the liquor, caused me to stager, stumble over quicker
    Duckin' low, wit the four four, tryin' to bust and blow
    Empty out before the Po Po come bust the show
    Sobered up, knew it was beef, but over what?
    Been in the cut, escapin' these streets, they cold as fuck
    Tuck my chain in, rose to my feet, no time for aimin'
    Back arched, all you saw was sparks, niggas blazin'
    One fell, callin' for help, heard him yell
    My last shell, tore through his spine, it's time to bail
    It's slow motion, dust in my clothes started ?boatin'?
    It's bizarre copin', my blood flowin' like the Art Of Goshen
    Thoughts racin', hit the corner slow pacin'
    No destination, it's up North a nigga facin'
    CHORUS: Panama P.I.
    If we all gonna die, I'm prepared to meet my maker
    But before I touch that death bed feel, I gotta see some paper
    Keep my head to the sky, won't let no one pull us down
    Do whatever it takes, cuz that's the breaks, money make this world go
    I pleed innocent, the love for my freedom is infinite
    Thoughts was intimate, I mastered the minds, the mortal 10 percent
    Self Defense, incarceration couldn't help repent
    Caught in commotion at the time I felt it, felt intense
    Him or me, it's misery through my memory
    But mentally, outcome wise I feel no sympathy
    You know the streets, how some niggas could go for weeks
    Rock you slow to sleep, play you for doe, now you know it's beef
    Know it's deep, I live my life on the creep
    Tinted Jeeps, bulletproof coupes move Mystique
    Foxy Brown: (AZ)
    Let him speak, my dogg is innocent
    It was my gats (Boo

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